"Splinters"

There are splinters in my eyes!

And I keep rubbing them deeper,

Digging them in.

This Cheshire Cat grins,

As I smoke with a caterpillar on top of a mushroom-

The opium hits like magic,

Until my vision is thin.

But the walls of my skull expand,

And my chest caves in,

I start to explode and begin it again.

More, more powder, I need a spoon-

Not flowers- no, no- something stronger,

Something out of control, more power.

Something louder, speakers drown your voice out

So, I can only hear the white noise now.

But it is growing in intensity,

Screaming that this is what was meant for me,

This static abyss of dread and silence,

Empty and damp and dark

Flicking a lighter in a tunnel and it only sparks,

I have found the light.